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Firstly, blame for this idea can be placed on Innortal with his Duality (in the Ranma section). Secondly, this fiction will never be completed as I have only watched the first eight episodes and the ending movies. So if anyone knows where I could get a stable and speedy torrent that has the rest, or if anyone just wishes to continue this idea (once I get stuck or get to the eighth) then please drop me a line
This is a work of fan fiction, made not for profits or as a sign of ownership.
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A moments' inspiration; a thought that never leaves. We all get them, but few truly try to use them.
Thoughts
-Watcher of the Deep
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I knew, without thought, that the game was up. That I had lost the game that was imposed on me. I relished the game, and the hated the players. I could make no move but to move forward and hide my true self. But I still enjoyed the game.
I faced death in the game, and still lived. My survival was a frozen flame, a fire controlled and uncontrollable.
I loved the game… but everyone else hated the game and me.
I lost as I predicted that I would. Akane's mallet to my lower spine, felt but barely felt.
But I knew that I would spend the next few months, if not years, in the hospital.
I knew that the life of Ranma Saotome had ended. But what life would I now led?
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I stared at the sheathed ninja-to that I had purchased barely an hour ago. The soft grip hid the firm holding ability. I had never held this kind of blade before, as no one from Nermia ever wielded an assassin's blade against me.
Before, whenever I thought about suicide, I would hold a tanto. But now… now I'm a wheelchair-bound ronin, without family honor or crest. There was nothing in this life for me.
I held no love for a woman in my heart, no love for myself. The year stuck in that hospital drove any hope from my heart.
Burning the blade's image in my mind, as I drew it, I placed the tip at my Adam's apple. With a controlled breath, I let loose all of my life force or ki. This allowed every Artist of high caliber in the world to sense me, and then I drove the blade into my throat.
With a smile, both of pure relief and evil, my life ended. And no one would know who I was.
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Time and Death… friends and allies that had fought together in all things. They watched as a mortal that killed a godling, kill himself.
Acting as fast as she could, Death collected his soul before another could.
At the same time, Time looked into the future.
They turned towards each other after they finished, they looked directly into the other's eyes and spoke, "This mortal shall live again. He shall live as another, and die with his honor intact."
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Gendo Ikari was finishing the paper work that said that the child just born from his wife was his and hers. Gendo thought for a minute before finishing it. Though he was puzzled as to why he picked that name for his son's middle name. He quickly discarded the thought as a sign of insomnia and went to his wife's side. He'd wait until Yui was awake to see Shinji.
Shinji Ranma Ikari was born barely four months after Second Impact at 19:48.